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MARGARET PRATT 


Illustrated By 
TIBOR GERGELY 



LOTHROP, E 
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NEW YORK 




















COPYRIGHT, 1940 
LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. 


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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 

NO PART OF THIS BOOK MAY BE REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM 
WITHOUT THE PERMISSION OF THE PUBLISHER. 


FIRST EDITION 



Printed in the United States of America 

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copyright deposit. 



For 


MARK FLANIGAN 

Author and Illustrator 

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Montana Jim and His Pals 




THE TALKING TYPEWRITER 




iminy Cricket,” said Johnny Hopkins the first time he saw his shiny 
new typewriter. "Won’t I make that old thing go!” 

He jumped up on a chair and sat with his two legs tucked under 
him so he could reach the keys better. 

He looked carefully for the letters that spelled his name and then, 
with his first finger, banged each key as hard as he could. 



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There were some funny looking keys at each end of the machine’s 
keyboard and Johnny tried them all. At last he pressed one that stayed 
down and refused to come up. 

Then Johnny saw a key with a Star on it and he struck it with 
three mighty' bangs. 

Suddenly a great roaring noise came from inside the typewriter 
and stars, periods, commas, hyphens, parentheses, apostrophes, exclama¬ 
tion points, and question marks appeared all over the paper. They 
whirled and danced for a few seconds and then they took the shape 
of a funny, fierce-looking little man. 



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He had a square, lantern-like face; his arms and legs were long 
and thin, and his elbows and knees had big, bulging joints. 

His eyes were two round O’s with periods in the center, his nose 
was a large V, and his mouth was a long, straight line of hyphens. 

"shatter my stars,” he shouted, "no wonder you’re the best 
batter on your baseball team, if you hit balls the way you’ve been 
striking these keys.” 

If Johnny had been astonished before when the figure of the 
little man had appeared, he was a thousand times more surprised now 
to hear the voice, which seemed to come from somewhere inside the 
typewriter. 



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Johnny blinked. 

"Who are you?” he asked. 

The little man leaped lightly off the paper and perched on the 
typewriter roller. 

"Who am I?” he roared. "Why, I’m the Asterisk Man!” 

He made a sweeping bow and with his hand over his heart began 
to sing in a most unmusical, clacking voice: 


Oh, the Asterisk Man am I: 

I make typing as easy as pie. 
When children are nice 
And take my advice, 

The keys of the typewriter fly. 



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"Ill take your advice, all 
right,” said Johnny. "I need to 
know how to typewrite.” Then he 
added, confidentially, ”1 love to 
write stories and I want to be an 
Author!” 

The Asterisk Man leaned for¬ 
ward and thoughtfully cupped his 
chin in his hands. 

"You mean you don’t want to join the Giants or the Yankees when 
you grow up?” he asked in amazement. 

"No,” said Johnny. "I’d rather just watch them play. I’m nine now, 
but I’ve been writing ever since I was young and, honest, I’m going to 
be an Author.” 

"Fine,” said the Asterisk Man. "Getting an early start in your 
profession has many advantages. I’m ready to help you whenever you 
call upon me.” 


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"How can I do that?" asked Johnny. 

"Oh," said the Asterisk Man, "I shall make up a Secret Signal. 
Whenever you give that signal exactly, I shall appear. Listen!" 

"Tap jive times upon the star 
And I will come from near or far." 

"Oh, that’s easy," said Johnny. 

"Not so easy, Mr. Johnny Hunt-and-pecker-slam-and-banger Hop¬ 
kins," said the Asterisk Man. "Remember, I said that the signal must 
be given exactly 

The Asterisk Man stood up and, with another deep bow, began 
to march across the keys. With his long thin feet he tapped each key 
lightly and squarely in the center, and the typewriter went clack-clack- 
clack in even time. 




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As he marched, the Asterisk Man sang to Johnny: 

rr You must tap the stars 
Exactly right, 

Square in the center, 

Sharp and light; 

And when that's done, 

You must look to see 
If the printed stars 
Shine perfectly. 

For, if around them 
Shadows fall, 

Our secret code 
Won't work at all." 

When the Asterisk Man finished his song, Johnny heard the tin¬ 
kling of a little bell. The Asterisk Man touched his forehead in salute 
and said, "I hear the Magic Bell—my visit’s ended—and, now, Fare¬ 
well!” 

And before Johnny could say "Jack Robinson” he had vanished. 


14 

















Before Johnny went to sleep that night, he read over all the stories 
he had ever written. Most of them were pretty good, he thought, but 
Montana jim and his pals was the best, so that was the first story he 
would choose to typewrite. 

The next day was Saturday, and Johnny never had any trouble 

waking up on that day. He jumped up and bolted his breakfast. Soon 

he was seated at the typewriter with his story beside him. 

He decided not to call the Asterisk Man until after he had written 

a couple of pages, and then he’d give the Secret Signal and show 

the old fellow how smart he was. 

So Johnny pecked away with two fingers and, when he made a 

mistake, he didn’t worry much about it. He just crossed it out with a 

» 

row of deeply cut, black hyphens. It took longer than he thought to 
find the letters and, when he had finished with the first two pages, he 
sighed with satisfaction and looked at them admiringly. 

Montana jim and his pals was beginning to look like a real 
book! 


This is how the title page and the list of chapters looked: 


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Now Johnny was ready to show his work to the Asterisk Man. 
He remembered the Secret Signal: 

"Tap five times upon the star 
And l will come from near or far." 

Slowly and firmly Johnny pressed down the Star five times and, 
after each stroke, he allowed his finger to remain a few seconds on 
the key. Then he waited expectantly. 

But no Asterisk Man appeared. 

Johnny looked to see if the Stars were registered on the paper 
and, sure enough, there they were. 



They weren’t clear though; there were smudgy shadows around 
them. The Asterisk Man had said that, unless they shone perfectly, the 
signal wouldn’t work. 


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Johnny decided that he’d better try again. He’d tap the Star key 

''square in the center, sharp and light.” 

So he did just that, taking his finger off quickly after each stroke, 

as though the key were hot, and he had no sooner glanced to see that 

the Stars were perfectly clear, like this: 

***** 

than a great clacking arose within the typewriter and this time the 
Asterisk Man jumped right out from behind the paper and calmly sat 
himself down on Johnny’s left wrist. 



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"so help my hyphens,” he groaned, "the way you’ve been 
pounding on my Punctuation Marks this morning has just about 
wrecked me for the day.” 

"I didn’t hit them any harder than the regular letters, did I?” 
asked Johnny. 

The Asterisk Man rubbed his stomach very gently and squinted 
his eyes as if in pain. 

"No, young fellow, I guess you didn’t,” he said, "but, you see, 
they’re my tender spots. When I get hard bangs on my Hyphens and 
Underlines, I feel as if my innards were being torn apart—and my 
Periods and Commas give me no end of trouble.” 



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"From now on I’ll be awful careful of your Weak Spots,” said 
Johnny, and the Asterisk Man bowed his thanks. 

Then the Asterisk Man stood up on Johnny’s wrist and leaned over 
to examine the two pages of the story that Johnny had typed. 

When he finished reading the list of chapters, the Asterisk Man 
clapped his hands and shouted, "drat my diagonals, if it doesn’t 
look as if it might be a real good yarn. Tell me the end!’’ 

But Johnny said no, for that was going to be his secret, and no one 
—not even the Asterisk Man—could see it until it was all typewritten. 

The Asterisk Man looked disappointed, but he said, "I’ll help you 
edit those pages you just typed.’’ 

"Edit,” said Johnny. "What does that mean?” 

"It means that every writer, before he takes a page of his type¬ 
writing out of the machine, must read over what he has written and 
correct his mistakes,” said the Asterisk Man. 


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"Oh, sure," said Johnny, pleased to think of himself as a real edi¬ 
tor, "I can do that easy as pie." 

The Asterisk Man pointed to "arrivle". "That’s wrong," he said 
and sang, 

"A - R - R - I - V - A - L 

Typing teaches boys to spell.” 

"I couldn’t spell so well when I was young," Johnny admitted, 
"but I never make mistakes any more—that is, practically never." 

"Let’s see," said the Asterisk Man, "you’re nine now. How old 
were you when you made up this Indian story?" 

"It was so long ago, I can hardly remember," said Johnny. "I 
guess I must have been six. Look how funny I used to spell then!" 

He fished under a pile of papers for a sample of his early writing 
and held it up for the Asterisk Man to see. 


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"dash my ditto marks," shouted the Asterisk Man. "It makes 
me dizzy just to look at it. Is that whole page all one sentence?" 

"Of course not," said Johnny. "What makes you think so?" 

"Because I don’t see a Period anywhere on it," said the Asterisk 
Man. "Now, look here, young fellow, I want you to be a little gentle 
with my Periods, but you don’t have to leave them out entirely." 

"I didn’t know all about Punctuation when I was only six," 
Johnny said. 

"That’s true," said the Asterisk Man thoughtfully. "Say," he 
added, "I almost forgot to tell you that when you’re typing, you always 
skip one space after a Comma and two spaces after a Period." 

"Two spaces," said Johnny. "Why?" 

"Oh," said the Asterisk Man, "just because it gives both of us 
time to catch our breath before we begin a new sentence." 


24 




"Oh, I see," said Johnny. "I’ll 
remember. But what do I do when 
I have to write fast and the old keys 
stick together and pile up?" 

"Just learn to type in even 
time," said the Asterisk Man. He 
took a short pencil and a huge note¬ 
book from his back pocket and 
scribbled something. 

"Jiminy," said Johnny. "Are you writing a story too?" 

"Just a memorandum—so I won’t forget to mention ways to keep 
the keys from sticking and the machine from skipping when I make 
up our Secret Treaty," said the Asterisk Man carelessly. 

"Secret Treaty," gasped Johnny. "Are we really going to have a 
Secret Treaty?" 

"Certainly," answered the Asterisk Man, "and if you do your best 
to live up to it, our Friendship will last forever and ever." 


25 








He rose suddenly and stepped nimbly off Johnny’s wrist and on to 
the keyboard where he began to dance and sing slowly and clearly. 
The words were new to Johnny, but the tune, "Marching Through 
Georgia" was one of his favorites. 



" Watch me as Ym dancing, lad, 

Ym tapping on the keys; 

Striking each one evenly 
Right through from As to Z’s — 

Oh, typing tales is lots of jun 
And you can write with ease — 
When you are typing to rhythm.” 

Then the Asterisk Man did 
some funny, fancy steps, while he 
sang gayly: 

"Watch me as Ym dancing, lad, 

As slowly as can be, 

Strike the keys the way I do 
And very soon you’ll see 
That twenty words a minute 
Sound just about like three — 

When you are typing to rhythm.” 


26 
















The Asterisk Man stopped dancing and stepped up to the left 
ribbon spool where he sat down a little wearily. His long, thin legs 
dangled over the left side of the keyboard. 

‘'Well,” he said, "there’s our Secret Treaty. Read it, please." 

"Secret Treaty," said Johnny. "Where?" 

The Asterisk Man turned a little and airily pointed back to the 
paper in the typewriter. 

"Jiminy Cricket," shouted Johnny, "when did you write that?" 

"Oh, I tapped it out during my dance," replied the Asterisk Man. 

So Johnny quickly rolled the long paper out of the machine. He 
was thrilled to see how much it looked like some papers he’d seen in 
his father’s law office. He read it aloud, and the Asterisk Man helped 
him pronounce the hard words. 


27 



















SECRET 


TREATY 


BETWEEN 

THE PARTY OF THE FIRST PART, 
KNOWN AS "THE ASTERISK MAN" 
AND 

THE PARTY OF THE SECOND PART, 
KNOWN AS JOHNN1 HOPKINS 


KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS 

That the said. Johnny Hopkins, while writing on his typewriter, 
shall 

FIRST: 

Sit erect and tall on a straight chair, with both feet 
resting on the floor. 

SECOND: 

The arms of the said Johnny Hopkins shall be held close to 
his sides; the four fingers of his left hand shall rest 
over the letters A S D F and the four fingers of his right 
hand over ; L K J, said letters being known as HOME KEYS. 

THIRD: 

The thumbs of the said Johnny Hopkins shall rest on the 
Space Bar, but the right thumb only shall be used to make 
spaces. 

FOURTH: 

The wrists of the said Johnny Hopkins shall not touch any 
object whatsoever. 



















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FIFTH: 

The said Johnny Hopkins shall strike the keys lightly and 
squarely in the center, just hard enough to drive them 
home. 

SIXTH: 

The said Johnny Hopkins shall strike the keys evenly, in 
perfect time, so that they will not stick, jam or pile. 

IN CONSIDERATION OF OBEYING THESE COMMANDS, 

THE PARTY OF THE FIRST PART, OTHERWISE KNOWN 

AS "THE ASTERISK MAN" 

agrees to help, aid and ahet the said 
Johnny Hopkins to become a fine Author 
and Typist and shall, at the signal of 

FIVE TAPS UPON THE STAR 

.M. „>/. v. /. 

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ALWAYS AND FOREVER RUSH TO HIS AID. 


IN WITNESS WHEREOF, the parties hereto have hereunto interchange¬ 
ably set their hands and seals. 

















When Johnny finished reading, he gave a long sigh. "Well,” he 
said, "it sounds like a lot to do.” 

"It is, at first,” said the Asterisk Man, "but are you willing to try?” 

"You bet I am,” Johnny said. 

"Fine,” answered the Asterisk Man. "Sign here, please,” and he 
pointed to the line below his name. So Johnny wrote his name below 
the Asterisk Man’s. 

Suddenly a little bell tinkled gently and the Asterisk Man touched 
his forehead in salute. "The Magic Bell,” he said, as he bowed to 
Johnny, "and now, Farewell!” 

And before Johnny could say "Jack Robinson,” he had vanished. 


It was funny how lonesome Johnny felt after the Asterisk Man 
had gone. Fie carefully thumbtacked the Secret Treaty on the wall over 
his typewriter and read it through once more. 

It was going to be hard to learn to do all those things, but he had 
given his promise. 


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Bright and early every morning during the next two weeks Johnny 
worked away typing Montana jim and his pals. 

The first day he sat squarely in front of the typewriter in the exact 
position demanded by the Secret Treaty and copied Chapter I. 


RIDE THROUGH THE NIGHT. 

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"M) ONTANS JIM AND HIS PAIS RODE ALONG THEHW THE 
NIGHT, FOR INSTENTS, TEXAS TIM, AND WYOMING JEFF, 
THE KID SHERFF OF SHERIDEN AND A LOT OF OTHERS THAT 
YOU WILL)HERE) HEAR ABOUT LATER IN THE SOTRY, WELL, 
AS I SIAD, MONTANA JIM AND HIS PALS WERE RIDING 
THROUGH THE NIGHT. THEY FOUND A SAFE PLACE TO CAMP 
AND THEY LEFT G ARDES SROUNDING THE CAMP AND WENT 
TO BED." 


Johnny found it pretty hard to keep his feet on the floor, his back 
straight and his wrists up, while he looked for the letters and kept his 
mind on the story, but each day at least one of the Asterisk Man’s rules 
became easier to follow. 

By the end of the fifth day, Johnny had made Montana jim and 
his pals follow the horse tracks left by the Indians until they finally 
caught up with them and killed five Indians. But by that time Johnny 
was tired of typing so he stopped and drew some pictures to illustrate 
his story. 


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It took MONTANA jim and his pals only forty-eight hours to 
pound out over the grassy plains and shoot the fleeing Indians until all 
but ninety-seven of them had been killed, but, alas, Johnny had to spend 
nine or ten days typewriting before he could sit at his machine and keep 
his wrists up without thinking all the time about his position. He 
noticed, though, that each day the letters were easier to find. On the 
tenth day he typed the climax of his story: 


surprise: 

IT WAS GETTING DARK AND GESSE WHAT? MONTANA JIM AND 
HIS PALS HAD CHASED THE INDIANS CLEAN BACK (INFACT INSIDE) 
TO THE RESERVASHUN, AFTER THAT THEY RODE OVER TO ASK THE 
SHEREF WHY THE INDIANS WERE ON THE WAR PATH AND THE SHERFF 
SAID THEY HAD BEEN ON THE WAR PATH BECAUSE THEY WERE SCARED 
OF THE NEW TRAIN DOWN BY LIGHNING CANYON. 


Typing in rhythm was hardest of all to do, because Johnny had to 
write very slowly in order to strike every key in even time, but the print 


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was showing up sharp and clear, and finally he began his last chapter. 


C’MON CALICO 

THEN THE SHERFF SAIL TO MONTANA JIM "HOW COME YOU 
WEAR A MASK,HUH?" BUT HE SAIL IT TOO LATE. MONTANA JIM 
AND HIS PALS HAD JUMPED ON THEIR HORSES AND AS THEY PASSED 
THE SHERFF’S OFFICE, MONTANA JIM YELLEL "C(MON SJlLICO". 

THE SHERFF SAIL "WHY LID YOU HEAR WHAT HE CALLED HIS 
HORSE?" HE’S MONTANS HIM’. BUT MONTANA JIM AND HIS PALS 
WERE ALREADY RILING OFF INTO THE NIGHT. 

THE END 


When Johnny finished the last sentence, he typed over the pages 
that had lots of mistakes. Then he fastened the sheets together and put 
on the book cover he had drawn. Montana jim and his pals certainly 
looked like a real book! 

“There, 1 ” said Johnny, as he fixed the cover in place, "I hope the 
Asterisk Man likes this.” 

Then he began reading the story aloud. 


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He had just finished his reading when he heard a familiar, unmusi¬ 
cal shout of laughter and there, sitting on the roller, with his back 
resting against the typewriter’s name plate, was the Asterisk Man. 

"c’mon calico,” he roared. "Montana Jim sure gave those Indians 
a merry chase,” he said, as he shook with laughter. 

"Jiminy Cricket,” said Johnny, "were you here all the time I was 
writing?” 

"Of course,” said the Asterisk Man. "Wasn’t that in our Secret 
Treaty and didn’t I tell you I’m the Genie of the Typewriter?” 

"That’s so,” said Johnny, "but will you always be around when 
I’m typewriting—even when I’m an old man of—say—twenty?” 

"Most certainly,” the Asterisk Man answered. "Isn’t our Friend¬ 
ship forever and ever?” 




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"But if I can’t always see you, then how . . Johnny began. 

"You never see Friendship," said the Asterisk Man. "You just 
know it’s there." 

Johnny thought about that for a minute and then he nodded. 

"I know what you mean," he said. 

"Thought you would!" the Asterisk Man remarked. 

He stood up on the roller and stretched himself. 

"Ho Hum," he said, "I have five more calls to make today, so I 
must be going—but maybe we’ll have time for a song before I leave." 
He jumped down on the keys and began dancing and singing his old 
song. Johnny joined him this time and they both sang gayly: 

"Oh, the Asterisk Man am I: 

I make typing as easy as pie. 

When children are nice 
And take my advice, 

The keys of the typewriter fly." 


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Just as they finished, a faint tinkling sound came from within 
the typewriter. 

The Asterisk Man saluted sharply. ’The Magic Bell/’ he said to 
Johnny, as a look of understanding passed between them. 

And before Johnny could say "Jack Robinson," the Asterisk Man 
had vanished! 



THE END 











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